MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 149

There is a high-end residential area next to the scientific research area opposite the PBB military base. The military base has not been busy recently, and Major Xia usually comes back to rest.

The classical duplex design is very spacious, and the decoration also has an antique charm. There is a Soviet-style garden courtyard outside the balcony on the first floor, and the pavilion is surrounded by rockery and flowing water.

The layout of a smaller bedroom on the second floor is quite different from other rooms. It is more like a children's room. The walls are pasted with pale yellow crystal checkered mosaics, soft wool carpets are laid under the bed, and a small wooden round table is placed on the Next to him, he was sitting on the carpet at the right height, and the completed puzzles were neatly placed on the table.

A small omega sat on the carpet, holding a whiteboard marker in his hand, filling in the numbers on the crystal squares on the wall, stroke by stroke.

Xia Jingtian knocked on the door: "Little bug? Can I come in?"

The Elephant Stalker immediately turned his head to the door, and replied with a stammer, "Yes, yes." After finding himself stuttering, the Elephant Stalker lowered his head, and the chameleon tails under the pajamas curled together and turned pink. .

Xia Jingtian came in and sat down on the carpet: "I just arranged my work. I'm here to rest. It's still a bright room for children. A bright room makes people feel good."

He wasn't wearing a military uniform today, and his casual clothes made him look years younger.

Wuxiang Stalker pursed his lips and nodded.

He knew that this was a room that the major had specially remodeled for him. He liked it very much, but he was worried that it would be too much trouble for the major.

"Well, are you doing Sudoku?" Xia Jingtian looked at the squares filled with numbers on the wall, and each number was written as beautifully as print.

"You are really smart." Xia Jingtian praised sincerely.

The Elephant Stalker lowered his head and rolled his fingers around the hem of his pajamas: "Researchers also said the same thing. They said that I can make counterfeit banknotes, fake cultural relics and fake collectibles."

Xia Jingtian rubbed his head to comfort him: "If you grew up with me, you would be a mathematician now."

The Elephant Stalker raised his head carefully: "I don't want to be a mathematician."

"Then what do you want to be?"

"I want to be a pianist, and the music is enjoyable. When I hear the performance, I can see the colors of the pieces, the Croatian Rhapsody is orange, and the Adirina by the water is pink." The Elephant Stalker fell down, "but I Only copy, not create."

Xia Jingtian smiled: "I can teach you how to play the piano."

Wuxiang Stalker's eyes lit up.

"But I didn't learn it since I was a child, and I didn't come from a professional school. My skills are a bit poor... But there is no problem in teaching you the basics. After you have learned some basics, I will find a teacher to teach you music theory."

"Thank you...you are amazing, you can do anything."

"Hey, no, I also started learning from boredom more than ten years ago."

"Is it for 'he' to learn?" Wuxiang Stalker looked up at Xia Jingtian with his big eyes.

"...That's right, but you can cultivate your sentiments and meditate after you learn it. It's not a loss." Xia Jingtian rubbed his hair vigorously, "Children should ask adults something."

Wuxiang Stalker's soft hair was unkempt, and he was not annoyed. He said in a soft and earnest voice, "Music full of emotion has nothing to do with skill, regardless of superiority. Please teach me."

Xia Jingtian looked at his big clear eyes and smiled.

The phone rang, Xia Jingtian picked it up and glanced at the incoming call message, and answered the phone without shy of the stalker.

Bai Chunian said over there, "That, Major, I'm having a lot of trouble here. I'm really sorry. It's a rare exchange of training and I've been absent from time to time."

Xia Jingtian: "It doesn't matter. I know that IOA has complicated affairs, and you are also working very hard. It doesn't matter here. I received the above order today and detected a suspicious submarine leaking waste. Dr. Han has already brought someone to investigate the situation."

Bai Chunian smiled and said, "It would be even better if you could lend me a few more people...and this Wuxiang Dive...Uh, Xia Xiaochong, I need his help."

"It's worth it. Then you can talk to him." Xia Jingtian handed the phone to Wuxiang Stalker.

"Hey good."

Wuxiang Stalker answered the phone, lightly digging the buttons of his pajamas with his fingertips, after listening to what Bai Chunian said, he quietly raised his eyelids to look at Xia Jingtian: "Can I go?"

Xia Jingtian straightened the neckline with his shoulders tilted to one side: "Yes. But be obedient and don't let me down."

"I'll wear a suppressor well."

"Don't wear it, I trust you."

Regarding the discovery of a suspicious submarine dumping waste in the Pacific Ocean, it was first discovered by fishermen who went out to sea, because many of the fish they caught recently were deformed fish, and even the freshly caught fish did not look fresh. , The fishermen complained to the local government, and they hoped to solve it as soon as possible, so they asked the army to come forward as soon as possible.

The risk factor of this operation is relatively low, and it is a good opportunity to lead new team members for actual combat training. Dr. Han brought several IOA students and several PBB team members to the coast for field investigation.

Before coming, Han Xingqian and several experts from the Thunder Support Team guessed that it might be related to radiation, so to be on the safe side, all the students wore protective clothing and used detectors to check the air and water quality while walking along the rocky beach.

The water here is slightly more acidic than normal.

Han Xingqian walked in front with the instrument, and Xiao Xun followed behind with the notebook to record.

The divers sent by PBB came to the surface and handed over to Han Xingqian the samples of residues searched from the underwater malfunctioning submarine.

Han Xingqian held up the transparent ziplock bag to observe, and judged from his rich experience that it was some bone residue left after incineration.

Tan Yang came over: "What is it?"

Xiao Tun replied softly, "Breaths for short."

Tan Yang: "Oh..."

Han Xingqian squeezed out a bit from the sample and asked Tan Qing to come over: "Help me take a look."

The M2 ability of the alpha teenager with hydrogen glands in the hydrogen-oxygen twins is "reduction", which can restore some residual ashes to their original appearance, but the scope of action is limited, and can only restore inorganic substances under one cubic meter and one cubic centimeter. Organic matter below the meter.

The ashes of the bones in Han Xingqian's hand were reduced to a piece of meat about one cubic decimeter. Han Xingqian could tell by looking at the cross section that it was part of a human leg, and a layer of blisters appeared on the skin.

"Ah, are you scalded?" Tan Yang's eyes widened and he guessed, "That was caused by the incineration."

At this time, Xiao Tun, who had been silent, suddenly said, "It's frostbite."

"That's right." Han Xingqian nodded, "Frostbite by liquid nitrogen. This person was frostbitten by liquid nitrogen, incinerated into ashes, and then loaded into the submarine and dumped out."

"Hmm." Tan Yang was a little ashamed, "Xiao Xiao is so powerful, we all know that."

Xiao Tung showed no expression: "I talked about it in the biochemistry class on Aphid Island, and there is an illustration on the PPT."

"Ah, yes." Tan Yang suddenly realized, "By the way, you listened so carefully every time you took the biochemistry class, we all dozed off, only you kept your eyes on the instructor Han until the end of the get out of class, so the biochemistry class was so good. "

Xiao Tun was speechless for a while, and wanted to cover Tan Yang's broken mouth, but it was too late to do it.

Han Xingqian leaned over slightly and asked him, "Is that so?"

Xiao Tun: "...Uh...because I think the knowledge of biochemistry class can come in handy to..."

Han Xingqian raised his eyebrows: "Good boy."

Xiao Tun pursed his lips and looked at Dr. Han who turned around to continue investigating and testing. His tail was raised and his hands were swaying violently, causing Tan Yang, who was standing behind him, to have pain in his hand.

Han Xingqian put the residue samples, meat pieces and some water quality samples into the isolation box. After returning with the students, he and the experts from the rescue team plunged into the laboratory and did not come out until the evening.

Xiao Xun waited for him outside the laboratory, holding a dinner packaged from the cafeteria and a thermos cup filled with warm water. When he saw Doctor Han coming out, he called him.

"Wait for me first." Han Xingqian hurriedly pressed his shoulder, ignoring the sip of water, licking his dry lips, he took the computer and found a place to squat down, frowning slightly, urgently with Bai Chunian connection.

Bai Chunian answered the video call, and his face suddenly appeared on the screen. There were many people there, and many police officers were busy behind him. The collapsed wreckage of the bombed Shaojin Mansion was standing not far away.

"Hey Brother Han? I'm with Lan Bo, let's see what's going on in the mansion, it's too messy, there are many reporters crowded here." The background sound was too noisy, Bai Chunian put on headphones, "You I'll find a quiet place for you later."

Han Xingqian looked at him very seriously: "I will make a long story short, we detected and extracted dangerous substances from the samples of submarine submarines, a blue agent with strong volatility, which contains hydrogen cyanide and some substances that can cause serious infection of individuals. The mutated virus is initially judged to be a drug made for the experimental body. There are many incinerated experimental bodies. The common point is that they all suffered frostbite with liquid nitrogen during their lifetime. The situation is still unclear. Be careful…"

Han Xingqian's voice stopped abruptly.

He saw it with his own eyes, and the expression of Bai Chunian, who was dancing in the camera, froze, a layer of white mist and frost spread rapidly from the top of his head, his hair and eyelashes were covered with frost, and the frost engulfed him, less than a minute. Within seconds, Bai Chunian actually froze into a stiff snow sculpture from Han Xingqian's eyes.

The next moment the call screen went black.

Han Xingqian was stunned and immediately contacted Lan Bo.

Lan Bo was also near the Shaojin Mansion. He and Bai Chunian came together. After they had settled down, they went to eat supper together. Bai Chunian answered the phone and disappeared.

Suddenly, there was a strong throbbing in his heart. A kind of soul-connecting tremor made Lan Bo extremely uneasy. He pressed the communicator on his ear to call Bai Chunian, but he never got a response.

"randi..." Lan Bo frowned, climbed down the beams of the Shaojin Mansion, and sniffed the ground to find Bai Chunian.

The phone tucked in the bandage rang, Rimbaud took it out to answer it, put the phone in his mouth, and followed the high-voltage wires to the remote path.

Han Xingqian's slightly urgent voice came from the phone: "Lanbo don't go there, it's dangerous."

"Xiaobai is gone." Lan Bo suddenly noticed that there was a strange, circular, cylindrical object with a diameter of half a meter below him, which was installed on the wall covered by the branches.

Soon, the cylinder seemed to sense the existence of Rimbaud, turned around silently, and the mouth of the cylinder was aimed at Rimbaud.

"What weapon... is useless." Rimbaud's lips parted, fierce fangs grew, and he glared at it. There is no human weapon that can cause substantial damage to him, and Rimbaud is not afraid of it.

"Get out of there!" Han Xingqian roared.

But it was too late. The barrel quickly fired a silent grenade. The grenade spread all over Rimbaud's body. Frost quickly froze him on the high-voltage line. The surrounding area was suddenly cut off, and it was pitch black.

I'm sorry that the 6,000 words that everyone said today have not been completed, and I will make up for you tomorrow! I have been designing this copy for a long time. It took too much time to design this secret room. I am really sorry. It will not be dove tomorrow. Forgive me. Forgive me.